Page 3 of Haunting the Hunter
I look him over. His small frame is covered in… glitter. Nope.
Redhead, long hair, short hair, big dick, a pussy I can sink into. I’ll fuck it all, but no fucking glitter.
In a dim corner, a blond in a silver mask gasps, and shudders. Her body taut beneath the hands of a faceless stranger.
I watch as the man squeezes hard into her love handles, her massive titties bobbing back and forth over a woman motorboating her. Now that’s a thing of beauty.
“Sorry, I’ve got my eye on someone. Unbothered, I saunter over to the trio. Tilt her chin upward teasingly, and her breath hitches.
“Mind if I have a turn?” I ask, smirking as I meet her gaze.
Her eyes drift downward, lingering on my chest before wandering lower. A smile plays on her lips as she rises to her feet, slipping her hand into mine. I lead her out of the room, feeling the weight of her curiosity in how she studies me.
She hesitates for only a moment.
“Have we met before? You seem familiar,” she murmurs quietly.
“I don’t know. You got a name?” I look down at her.
“We don’t do names here.”
Perfect.
I guide her into the empty back room and press her against the wall, my lips finding the curve of her neck, teasing and tasting as my hands explore her body. A deep moan escapes her throat and echoes through the room, raw and unguarded. I lean in close—
“We may have never been formally introduced,” I whisper, low and deliberate. “But for now… I’m yours.”
She trails her hands up and down my biceps. “Fuck, your tattoos are so hot,” she says, then pulls my face to hers and kisses me. Her tongue rolls over mine as my hands trail down her subtle curves. Gripping her thighs, I lift one of her legs over my forearm, locking it in place. She wastes no time unzipping my pants and dropping them to the floor. Her fingers wrap around my cock, guiding me to her entrance, and the moment I feel her warmth, I thrust in deep, burying myself inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, my voice rough.
I lift her higher, making her take every inch of me as I carry her to the chaise near the window. Laying her on her back, I pin her down, pounding into her without restraint.
“Oh my God, don’t stop!” she cries out, her back arching as she trembles beneath me. Gripping her hips tighter, I pick up the pace,driving into her ruthlessly. She fucking molds to me as I angle myself lower and find that perfect spot—
“Don’t stop, oh my God—please, I’m—” I feel her pulse around my length as I slow down to savor the feeling. Fuck… I’m gonna come and it hasn’t even been five minutes.
Weak.
Reaching under the pillow, my fingers close around the knife I planted when I got here. I groan, still riding out her pleasure, her moans becoming reckless and unguarded beneath me. I take the knife and cut the front of her bra, freeing her breasts. She shudders at the blade’s cool touch and looks up at me.
She meets my gaze, breath hitching, eyes blown wide, dark with something sinister. Then, in a whisper, she says, “I like to play.” Well, fuck me, that just made my dick twitch. If I’m going to get this done, I might as well get some enjoyment out of it.
Her bright hazel eyes roll into the back of her head as I thrust into her with reckless abandon, the chaise now loudly thumping against the wall. I throw my head back, wiping the sweat that’s trickling down my brow, my abs flexing as my hips move more erratically. Her moans drown out the cries of pleasure just outside the door.
A deep, guttural cry rips from my throat as I let go, filling her, my body pulsing against hers. My breath is ragged, muscles taut as I hover over her, drinking in the sight of her blissed expression.
I exhale, eyes downcast, my charcoal hair tickling her chin, lips curling into something that isn’t quite a smile, my voice just a breath, blunt. “Okay.” And before she can react, the blade sinks into the soft flesh of her neck.
Her eyes go wide with terror and confusion, her swollen lips open, but no sound comes out. I stay there, watching, waiting—until the light in her gaze finally flickers and fades.
Gone. Fucking finally.
I stand, my breath still heavy as I pull away from her lifeless body,the warmth fading fast. I turn my head and look out the window, at the lanterns that line the empty pathway outside it. The night is a quiet contrast to the room outside the door, so… Why do I feel like I’m being watched? Moving with practiced ease, I crouch under the chaise and grab the clothes I stashed earlier—from the poor bastard working the party. He’s probably still out cold.
He’ll wake up… eventually.
Now that I’ve changed, I can blend in as a staff member of the party.
